Back, and I'm feeling it and I'm back
I'm not feeling it, and I'm back, and I'm feeling shit
Walking back I'm thinking on it back (yeah)
I had to be in the middle of it
We had to stick, and I stick it
I had to think, and I think about looking back
I don't talk about it
I don't talk about it back, everything coming back
I don't talk about it was about
I had to be in the middle of it
We had to stick and I stick on it
We had to think and the ring on it
What can I be here in the middle
You knows about our trouble (yeah)
She gonna thinks I stop
Bitch when the door is back
What can be in the middle (yeah)
You knows about our trouble (yeah)
She gonna thinks I stop
Bitch when the door is back
And I left it all, and I wonder
And I wonder, and I
I stuck and I
How would I find the path?
Again
Again (again, again)
